Harry saw the crimson blast of destruction coming his way and strafed to the side with practiced ease, lobbing a bolt of lightning at Rias in response. She blocked the bolt while Akeno responded with lightning of her own. Harry lifted a few floorboards up with a wave of his wand and caught her attack. The force of it blew the wood into splinters, which he quickly transfigured into steel and set flying her way. Akeno dodged out of the way and grinned at him.
"You've improved so much," she purred, her sultry voice making his cock twitch in his pants. "When you actually beat me someday, I'll spend the whole week as your free use bitch."
"Careful now, Akeno," Rias grinned. "Motivate him too much, and he might hurt himself trying to best us."
"What will I get if I beat you?" Harry asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"The satisfaction of knowing you've come so far," Rias replied. "You're a far cry from the wizard who could barely dodge my attacks a few months ago."
"I've had good teachers," Harry replied, grinning to himself as he imagined just how much one of those teachers was grinding his non-existent teeth just then.
"Those insects out there would often say that my most terrible ability was my absolute mastery of the unforgivables," Voldemort scoffed. "They are among the most important spells in my arsenal, of course, but what truly makes me the greatest wizard to ever live is the full breadth of my knowledge."
"Just how badly do you wish that you could use one of them on me right now?" Harry asked, fighting the urge to laugh as his nemesis' left eye twitched.
"More than you can possibly imagine," Voldemort growled.
Harry had come to take an almost perverse pleasure in how openly the man who murdered his parents hated teaching him. He couldn't refuse him and couldn't even deceive him, and the knowledge that he was making his most hated enemy stronger with each passing day infuriated him, but there was nothing he could do. In going after Harry's family on that Halloween night, he had laid the seeds of his own undoing, and though he denied outright that he would ever be defeated for good, his growing fear was obvious.
"Well, continue with the lesson," Harry commanded.
"One of the most useful combat skills you can learn is spell chaining, as you well know," Voldemort said with obvious reluctance. "Spells with similar wand movements are ideal for this. When I was young, one of my favorite combinations was Lumos Solem and Bombarda Maxima. The combination of blinding light and high-end destruction brought many of my foes to their end. Throw in the killing curse at the end of it, and you blind them, batter the haphazard shield they'll throw up if they aren't brain dead, and strike them down."
"You did tend to favor brutality, it seemed," Harry mused. "Was that just your blatant psychopathy at work, or did you have an actual strategy?"
"The most useful weapon you have in any fight is your opponent's mind," Voldemort replied. "If you know who you're up against and how their mind works, you can put them at an instant disadvantage with a few well chosen words. If someone is prone to anger and grows sloppy when their blood is hot, anger them, though if anger tends to make them more focused and dangerous, obviously don't. For most of the sheep, fear is their natural response to anything beyond their abilities, and terrified people often have a way of freezing up."
"So it wasn't just about proving who had the biggest wand?" Harry asked.
Voldemort glowered at him, saying, "Power is its own reward, boy, and displays of it can be useful for many reasons. My followers flocked to my cause because they saw the power I wielded, and my enemies came to fear my very name for the same reason. When I drew my wand in anger, all knew that it meant they were about to be felled as though by a vengeful god."
Harry rolled his eyes and practiced the spells he had mentioned as well as a few other combinations he thought might be useful. He could recreate the feeling of drawing on his magic and unleashing it well enough in his mindscape and could practice wand movements and incantations under the watchful eyes of his loathing instructor, but he still had to practice them for real later on. Nonetheless, he had learned much over the last little while, and in most subjects, he was already on N.E.W.T.-level material, as Professor McGonagall had learned during the second task.
"There is one thing that I've been wondering about," Harry said after several minutes of practice.
"I'm sure this will be riveting," Voldemort snarked.
"I've been focused on occlumency both to help me focus better and to keep people out of my mind," Harry began, "but I don't have much of a way to truly test it. Would you be able to try using legilimency against me?"
"With permission, probably," Voldemort replied through gritted teeth.
"Do it then," Harry commanded.
Voldemort fixed him with his blood-red stare, and Harry made a wand appear in his hand just in case it helped things feel more natural. He looked down at it for a moment, smirked, and then pointed it at Harry, hissing, "Legilmens."
Harry felt the attack hit, and his mindscape quaked under his feet as pain assaulted his senses. In truth, he had no idea if this would even be possible, but the poorly formed horcrux seemed to have been growing, not stronger per se, but more capable in the time they'd spent together. It seemed as though it had been asleep before Ajuka woke it, and the more time Harry spent conversing with him, the more consciousness he seemed to gain. His enslavement had gone from a good and rather funny idea to a truly necessary one.
The exercises that Voldemort had had Harry do had worked so well that even he hadn't been able to hide how begrudgingly impressed he was. This was the first true test they had done, though, and it took Harry a moment to be able to do anything other than just raise his mental shields and withstand the assault. He recollected himself after a moment though, managing to keep his expression pained and carefully let Voldemort in along a specific path in his mind.
Forcefully keeping someone out of your head was only a good idea if you were significantly more powerful than them. If that wasn't the case, and especially if they were more powerful than you, it was better to let them think that they were getting past your defenses and lead them to less sensitive places in your mind. Truly skilled occlumencers could craft false memories to confuse their attacker and get under their skin, waiting for a chance to strike back. Harry wasn't at that level yet, but he could lead Voldemort down to where he wished him to go.
"You're better than I'd have expected you to be, Potter," Crouch admitted as he sent a bone-breaker at Harry's right arm.
"Well, you know, some arsehole forced me into a dangerous tournament against my will, and I figured I'd better train," Harry quipped, dodging his spell and sending another reductor towards the man's wooden leg. He had been focusing on it and Moody's walking stick, knowing full well that if he could unbalance Crouch, it would give him the sort of edge he desperately needed.
"Train with who, I wonder?" Crouch commented. "Confringo!"
It was the most dangerous spell that he'd used yet, and, with the orange curse coming right at his head, Harry panicked and ducked, crying out in pain as he felt a cutting charm dig a deep gouge in his left side. Searing pain took his breath away, and he backed up as his blood spilled onto the tiles below. He sent conjured flames right at Crouch's face, which the man froze effortlessly. Crouch hit him with a jelly leg jinx, and Harry fell with a thud and a pained groan.
"You have some talent, but you're still greener than your eyes, boy," Crouch sneered as he sent Harry's wand flying out his hand and down the hall. "My master is going to enjoy seeing you again."
"Pathetic," Voldemort chuckled as he watched Harry's duel with the disguised Crouch. "He was holding back, and you still couldn't even put up a fight."
Dumbledore arrived then, just as he had back on the night of his fight with Crouch, and the sheer loathing that Voldemort felt as he beheld the old man was palpable. His hate for and fear of Dumbledore was exactly what Harry had been hoping for, and as Voldemort grew furious seeing his oldest enemy save his youngest one, Harry struck. Slipping past the distracted dark lord's defenses, he followed the train of thought that the headmaster inspired in him and found himself staring at a much younger version of him.
"All this death and destruction, Tom," Dumbledore sighed wearily, shaking his head as he surveyed the site he'd just appeared in and the myriad mangled corpses littered about. "What is it all for?"
"I don't go by that name anymore, Dumbledore," Voldemort replied, sounding slightly more human than he did in Harry's time, "and as for what it's for, I will rule this land and crush all of its filth under foot. All who stand against me will suffer the same fate as these short-sighted fools."
"Here I stand," Dumbledore glared, flaring his magic outward in obvious challenge. "You won't find me so easily dispatched."
"I'm not the young boy you once terrified so easily, old man," Voldemort hissed.
"No," Dumbledore replied. "That boy had a shred of humanity left in him."
"Such a quaint word for weakness," Voldemort chuckled. "Avada Kedavra!"
The fight began, and Harry watched in awe as the two powerful wizards showed the full extent of their abilities.
"Get out," the soul fragment hissed, having finally raced back inside his own mind.
"Be silent," Harry replied, and his nemesis stilled.
He might not have gained a true mastery of legilimency yet, but he had proven that he could look inside the mind of the horcrux and that meant that his lessons were about to get far more interesting.
Harry conjured a flock of doves and sent them flying at Rias, who responded with a wave of destruction. The second they died, though, they turned to water, covering her completely, and he raised his wand towards her, hissing, "Glacia Maxima!"
The wave of frigid wind and water sent her way froze the liquid covering her instantly, and she cried out in shock, falling towards the ground. Distracted by her sudden fall, Harry failed to notice as Akeno sent another blast of lightning his way and gasped as pain racked through him. He fell as well and crashed into the softened floor right in front of Hermione and Luna.
"You okay?" Hermione asked, not even looking up from the book she was reading.
She was quite used to him getting the crap kicked out of him during his training sessions by now and knew that the two devils always held back enough to avoid truly hurting him.
"Yeah," Harry replied, twitching as an aftershock coursed through him.
"For the record," Rias shivered, covering herself in an aura of drying warmth to chase away the chill and dry her clothes, "that wouldn't have put me down for more than a moment, but still, well done."
"Thanks," Harry groaned as he sat up.
"I think that's enough for today," Akeno chuckled as she landed. "You two find anything good?"
"Mostly junk in this batch," Hermione replied, "though one of the things I came across did make me realize a problem that we're going to run into with the library. This copy of Voltaire's Candide looks like it might be a first edition, but it's most likely not going to be the only copy in here. It will be a waste of paper and Dobby's time to have him create copies of every edition and every translation of every book ever written."
"Hmm, we'll have to focus down the parameters given to the room," Rias mused. "Getting the copy of every book that the author and publisher were happiest with might work."
"I would like English translations of the non-French ones," Hermione said, "though if I'll have millenia on my hands, I guess I could just learn all the languages eventually."
"You'll learn them all instantly when you become a devil," Akeno grinned.
"Huh?" Hermione asked.
"Devils all have the ability to 'speak in tongues,'" Rias replied. "One of the primary reasons that Lucifer created us was to corrupt and despoil the humans that the Tyrant was so fond of. That meant needing to speak all manner of languages, especially after the Tyrant made it clear in the Tower of Babel incident that he'd never allow mankind to come together as one lest they try to reach beyond their limits. The ability extends to reading too."
Hermione stared at her with wide, unblinking eyes, and after a moment, Harry waved his hand in front of her face, shocking her out of her reverie and earning a playful glare from the brunette.
"Does that mean you can read this?" Luna asked, handing an old-looking scroll to Akeno.
"If it's from the Voynich manuscript, Sona already tried and concluded that it was an unintelligible joke," Rias chuckled.
"It isn't," Akeno murmured, her brow furrowing in confusion as she unfurled the scroll. "This is a readable language, but I've never seen it before in my life."
"Let me see," Rias said, and her eyes widened when she looked down at the scroll in Akeno's hands. "Oh, interesting."
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"A scroll detailing a ritual of some kind," Rias replied as she looked it over. "The contents aren't the interesting part, though. I've never seen this language before either."
"It looks like Luciferian, honestly," Akeno murmured.
"Luciferian?" Harry asked.
"Lucifer created his own language for the devils in the early days of our race," Rias replied. "It was redundant, truth be told, as we can understand each other no matter what we speak, but I think that he felt like it would help enhance our shared identity."
"Or maybe he was bored," Luna piped up.
"Sort of like Sauron's Black Speech," Hermione mumbled under her breath.
"This looks kind of like the written form of Luciferian, but a version of it that I've never seen before," Rias continued. "It's possible that it's a sort of early version of the language, and if that's true, there aren't very many devils that could have written this."
"You think it could be in Lucifer's own hand?" Harry asked.
"That's possible," Rias replied, smiling in excitement. "Some of his writings do still exist, so I'll be able to compare the handwriting later."
"What sort of ritual is it?" Hermione asked.
"A binding ritual of sorts," Rias replied, "one meant to bond a master and servant together. It's possible that this was used back before the evil pieces were created; I'll have to ask my parents. It does look like it has some very interesting benefits, though."
"Like what?" Harry asked.
"It bonds the souls of the participants together and so ensure thereafter that they will both always know where the other is," Rias replied.
"Do you think the horcrux would get in the way of it?" Luna asked.
"Probably not," Harry replied. "According to Ajuka, the reason that the horcrux blocks the evil pieces is that it shields my soul from allowing the magic of the piece to enter it. This sounds completely different."
"Is there any cost involved?" Hermione asked.
"It appears that it would punish the servant somehow for betraying the master," Rias replied. "Not that I think you would, but I'm still going to want to look this over more thoroughly before we even consider trying it out."
"I never would," Harry smiled warmly, "but thank you."
"This can't have been something that the evil pieces replaced," Akeno reasoned. "If it prevents servants from betraying their masters, it would help eliminate the problem of strays and the damage they can cause. It must have been lost during the great war, if it's even of devil origin."
"Like I say, the script does look similar to ours," Rias replied, "and there's nothing that I've seen so far that would point to any other origin. Either way, it requires further research."
"It's a great example of the wonder of this place," Hermione sighed. "Who knows how many long lost treasures of knowledge have been recreated in here?"
"It's just a shame that most of the other things in this batch have been boring," Luna sighed as she checked the last book in the pile. "Hmm, the Kama Sutra…"
"Um, Luna…" Hermione went to say as the blonde opened the book to a random page.
"Oh!" Luna exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting towards her forehead. "Oh, I don't know if I'm flexible enough for that."
"We can work on it," Akeno purred, looking over Luna's shoulder.
Harry glanced down at the picture, and his eyes widened as he realized just what Luna had found. Hermione buried her face in her hands as Rias chuckled softly.
A few minutes later, the latest batch of finished books were safely packed away for transport, and the five of them exited the isolated training area they'd created and entered the omnilibrary. the idea to cordon off specific rooms inside the Room of Requirement while they were training or sleeping together had turned out to be great, and they were able to use the room freely without disturbing Dobby. The energetic house elf happened to be nearby when they entered and smiled excitedly up at them.
"Harry Potter is not hurt, right?" he asked, noticing how gingerly Harry was walking.
"I was just training," Harry replied. "I'll be right as rain in a bit."
"You're doing a wonderful job with the library, Dobby," Rias complimented.
"Thank you, Harry Potter's Rias," Dobby beamed. "The library is a big job, but Dobby will do it."
"We're glad," Akeno smiled. "You're sure it's not too much work?"
"Too much work?" Dobby asked incredulously. "Never too much work."
Without another word, he popped off and began work on another section of the library.
"At least he seems happy," Hermione sighed, beginning to realize that Rias was right about house elves being distinctly non-human.
"Will I see you two later?" Harry asked.
"I'll be by," Akeno replied.
"I have a number of things I need to get done tonight," Rias sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow, though."
"See you then," Harry smiled. "Are you two heading straight back to Japan?"
"No," Rias replied. "I have a little detour to make first."
"So this is Japan," Kiba mused, looking around warily as they walked along the streets of Kuoh.
"You're safe, Kiba," Rias said softly. "This town is my domain, and my treasured servants are all safe within its boundaries."
"I know," Kiba sighed, taking a breath and trying to calm himself. "I just haven't been on Earth since…"
"You're ready," Rias assured him. "I think so, and so does Souji. You've made remarkable progress in the last couple months."
"It's not enough," Kiba scowled.
"The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step," Rias said sagely. "Follow along the path of devilry, and you will attain the power you desire. I haven't steered you wrong yet."
"No, you haven't," Kiba agreed. "I don't think I've said it yet, but thank you, Rias, for everything."
"Be my loyal servant and do all you can to reach your full potential, and I will consider that thanks enough," Rias replied. "This is the school you'll be attending, Kuoh Academy."
"It looks...nice," Kiba commented, unsure of what else to say.
"It was an all-girls school not long ago," Rias explained, "so the gender balance is still rather skewed."
"I'm happy to help balance things out, I guess," Kiba said. "You can come here after hours?"
"We devils have certain privileges," Rias replied as she let them into the empty school. "You'll be joining what we call the Occult Research Club. The School Council is the front for my friend Sona's peerage, while the club is mine. You'll meet her tomorrow, but for now, I want to introduce you two a couple others."
They made their way over to the clubroom, and as Rias opened the door, Kiba saw that there were two people already there. One of them was a girl who looked to be Rias' age with long black hair held up in a ponytail and a figure that equaled the redhead's own. She smiled at him as she saw him, and it was genuine, but as he peered into her purple eyes, he could see the power behind them and knew at once that she was far more dangerous than she looked. The other girl had white hair and looked younger than he was, being short and quite thin. She regarded him neutrally, her expression almost bored, though there was an edge in her golden eyes.
"Kiba, these are Koneko Toujou and Akeno Himejima," Rias said, introducing them. "Koneko, Akeno, this is Kiba Yuuto, the newest member of our little club."
She said the last words with humor clear in her voice, and Akeno grinned.
"Hello," she murmured softly. "You're looking well."
"You were there, then," Kiba muttered, feeling his pulse spike as it always did when he thought of the night he died.
"I was," Akeno replied. "Rest assured that the ones we caught paid for their crimes."
"As will the rest of them," Kiba vowed.
"Ice cream?" Koneko asked, holding out what looked like a frozen chocolate popsicle she'd fished out of the freezer.
"Thank you," Kiba replied, taking it and removing the packaging.
"Now that you're here, you can begin learning about what it truly means to be a devil," Rias continued, giving the same weight and gravitas to the word devil that she always did. "Later, you'll be shadowing Koneko as she meets with a human to try and strike a bargain, but for now, we have business to go over. Please, have a seat."
Kiba sat down and watched Rias take her own seat, seeming to radiate authority as she formally opened the meeting.
"Now, Akeno, have there been any reports of unusual activity around town?" she asked.
"None in the last couple days," Akeno replied. "Whatever that bizarre scene in the forest was last week, nothing seems to have come of it."
"Let's hope it stays that way," Rias muttered. "Koneko, how did your last summoning go?"
Kiba sat back and watched as the small girl answered, feeling a little more comfortable than he feared he would. He imagined that it was still going to take him a while to get used to the new life that he'd ended up with, but he would adjust in time. It was the only way for him to achieve his eventual goal of killing Gallilei, and nothing would keep him from that.
"Had you checked out the village yet?" Luna asked as she, Hermione, and Harry walked with Fleur.
"I 'ad a look around when I first got 'ere," Fleur replied. "Purely magical settlements are always interesting."
"Interesting is the word," Hermione smiled. "Are settlements like this more common in France?"
"Not really," Fleur replied. "Zere are, of course, a smattering of mostly magical villages throughout ze country, like 'ere. Ze largest purely magical settlement is Montbon near Marsielle. It is beautiful, looking like a proper little French village from before ze revolution."
"Do you go there often?" Harry asked.
"Not zat often," Fleur replied. "Like your Diagon Alley, our magical shopping center is Place Cachee, 'idden within Paris. Montbon is not right next to Beauxbatons as 'Ogsmeade is next to 'Ogwarts, so we don't 'ave as many reasons to go zere."
"How about we stop in for a drink?" Harry suggested as they passed by the Three Broomsticks. "Madam Rosmerta has mead if you don't care for butterbeer."
"Zank goodness," Fleur smiled, and he opened the door to let them all in.
It wasn't terribly crowded, and the four of them quickly found a table. Rosmerta noticed them quickly and went over to greet them.
"Well, doesn't this bring back memories?" the busty barmaid asked rhetorically as she drew close.
"I'm sorry?" Harry asked.
"Your father used to come in here all the time with a pair of girls on his arms," Rosmerta replied, chuckling. "This was before he finally convinced your mum to go out with him, of course. He was almost always with...um, er…"
"I know," Harry nodded. "I take it he'd usually have a girl or two too."
"Yeah," Rosmerta replied, shaking her head. "After all these years, I still can't believe that one."
"Sometimes people surprise you," Harry muttered, "and sometimes they don't. We'll have at least one mead."
"Or Elven wine if you 'ave it," Fleur added.
"I do," Rosmerta smiled. "And for you three?"
"Butterbeer will be fine," Hermione replied.
"Mead, please," Luna smiled.
"Butterbeer," Harry replied.
"On the way," Rosmerta said before going back to the bar.
"I want to try something out," Hermione murmured, drawing her wand. "Muffliato."
Harry felt a rush of magic envelope the area around them and cocked an eyebrow at Hermione.
"I came across a random textbook in the...library," Hermione explained, catching herself at the last second as she recalled the mixed company she was in. "It was an old potions book, and I was going to dismiss it as nothing more than that, but when I opened it, I saw that all kinds of things had been scribbled in the margins."
"Spells?" Fleur asked.
"And notes on the potions themselves," Hermione replied. "Most of it looked...frankly dangerous, but the arithmancy on this one suggested, as the accompanying note did, that it was a simplified version of the impeturbable charm."
"So we 'ave privacy 'ere?" Fleur asked.
"Anyone outside the table will hear nothing but buzzing," Hermione replied.
"Hmm, let me see," Fleur said, getting up and walking a couple steps away.
"Nice catch," Harry grumbled.
"Sorry; I was really excited to try it out," Hermione replied sheepishly. "The impeturbable charm is difficult and painfully limited. This sounded really useful."
"Why can't we just tell Fleur about the room?" Luna asked. "She's already slept with Harry, so she'll be way too addickted to betray our trust, plus she seems really nice."
"You just had to emphasize the middle portion of that word, didn't you?" Hermione groaned.
"Zat is incredible!" Fleur exclaimed as she sat back down. "Even a couple steps away, I could not 'ear a zing. Please teach me zis spell, 'Ermione."
"Happily," Hermione replied as Rosmerta came over with their drinks.
"Here you are, my lovlies," she smiled warmly as she set their drinks down. "If you want anything else, just wave me down."
"Thank you," Harry replied.
The others repeated his thanks as she turned to leave, and Luna sighed happily at the sweet honey wine as she took a sip.
"So, what's Beauxbatons like?" she asked.
"Gorgeous," Fleur replied, smiling. "Ze Chateau does not 'ave ze ancient majesty of 'Ogwarts, I must admit, but what it lacks in zat, it more zan makes up for in beauty."
"How does the curriculum differ?" Hermione asked. "Now that you've been here for so many months."
"Zinking of transferring?" Fleur asked, cocking a perfectly sculpted brow at her.
"No," Hermione replied, "but I am curious just how the other institutions operate. What I've heard of Durmstrang from Viktor has been interesting, if not terribly appealing."
"I cannot imagine," Fleur sighed, shaking her head. "Beauxbatons lacks your 'ouse system, which I personally zink is a good zing. Zere seems to be such resentment between some of your 'ouses."
"It was meant to foster a sense of family among the people in each house," Harry argued.
"Like the Capulets and the Montagues, perhaps," Hermione muttered.
"I didn't say it worked out," Harry sighed.
"Ilvermorny as a similar house system," Luna added.
"Ze curriculum is similar to 'Ogwarts' from what I've seen," Fleur replied. "We 'ave a more extensive alchemy program, zough. I'm surprised zat zis school doesn't focus more on zat subject, given Dumbledore's history."
"It could be a budget issue," Harry posited. "Merlin knows that there can't be any other reason for them not to have replaced those rickety training brooms they make the first years use yet."
"Perhaps," Fleur replied. "I know ze population 'ere is smaller zan I expected."
"We're still recovering from the war," Hermione explained. "I know that the batch of first years sorted this year is larger than ours was, so it might be trending in the other direction."
"It took Beauxbatons a long time to recover from Grindelwald's madness," Fleur murmured sympathetically.
"How is the discrimination towards non-purebloods?" Hermione asked.
"Nowhere near as bad as it is 'ere," Fleur replied. "Some of ze uncultured swine around 'ere would find zemselves cleaning toilets by 'and within a week in Beauxbatons."
"That's nice to know," Hermione smiled.
"You didn't have any problems then?" Luna asked.
"Not at first," Fleur muttered. When all three of them looked curious, she sighed and added, "Every Veela goes through ze same zing growing up. We are young and ever so pretty, and all ze other girls adore us. Zen puberty, all ze boys look at us like dogs eyeing meat, whether or not zey 'ave girlfriends, and suddenly all ze girls are jealous and suspicious. Teenage veela are often lonely creatures, and since most of us turn to ze boys oo's obvious lust drove away our friends in ze first place, seeking some companionship, it often only gets worse."
"I'm sorry," Hermione murmured.
"It's not so bad after those first few years," Fleur shrugged, though her eyes retained a hint of bitterness. "Truth be told, you two are unusual for not objecting to 'Arry spending time with me at all, much less…"
She trailed off, giving them all a lusty look, and Harry returned it openly as he wrapped an arm around Hermione.
"The three of us like making friends," Luna smiled, placing her hand on Fleur's. "I think you can't have too many of them. Isn't that right, Hermione?"
"If they're the right friends," Hermione replied, smiling at Fleur, whose own smile widened.
"So is it true that Veela descend from the goddess of love?" Luna asked, and all three of them were startled by the sudden change of subject.
"Luna?" Harry asked, looking confused.
"Zat is one of our origin stories," Fleur replied, tensing slightly. "Legend 'as it zat ze first Veela were ze granddaughters of Aphrodite, as she had a son with ze most gorgeous mortal man she'd ever laid eyes on, and he fell in love with a common, though beautiful girl, having two dozen daughters with 'er."
"Ouch," Harry winced, earning laughs from Fleur and Hermione.
"Well, I could certainly see it," Luna smiled, making Fleur grin.
"You are so sweet, Luna," she purred, tracing circles over the other blonde's hand with her finger.
"What are the other origin stories?" Luna asked.
"Not zings we like to zink about," Fleur replied, pulling back and polishing off her glass of wine.
Harry finished his butterbeer, and signaled to Rosmerta for another round.
"I guess they're things that others came up with to explain your people, right?" Hermione asked, curious what exactly Luna was angling for.
"Oui," Fleur replied, her eyes dimming. "People 'ave labeled ze Veela as devils at various points in 'istory. Some claim zat we are devils ourselves, others zat we descend from zem, and most odious of all, some have even claimed zat we consumed ze souls of phoenixes for our beauty. Such nonsense."
Harry and Hermione shared a look that Fleur didn't notice because Rosemerta arrived at that moment.
"Zank you," Fleur smiled, accepting the glass of wine eagerly. "Zat's why I reacted as I did when you made your comment about phoenixes by ze lake."
"Right," Harry replied, feeling mildly uncomfortable.
"People have come up with reasons to dislike people they wanted to dislike for aeons," Hermione soothed. "Most of the people killed in the witch trials were muggle women accused of witchcraft by other women for a number of reasons. In some cases it was jealousy over their husband's wandering eyes; in others it was revenge because their husbands actually had slept with their victim;, and in others it was because they coveted their victims husbands."
"Wait, was it all over men?" Harry asked.
"No, but man, was that a depressingly recurring theme," Hermione groaned. "Reading the accounts now, it's rarely difficult to determine what the most likely motive was when the loudest, most hysterical witness in those joke trials just happened to have some obvious axe to grind."
"Even if you did descend from devils, it wouldn't matter to us," Luna added, smiling serenely.
"You...actually mean zat," Fleur breathed, sounding genuinely shocked.
"Of course," Luna replied.
"Fleur?" a girl in a Beauxbatons uniform asked, rushing over to their table.
Hermione subtly canceled her spell as Fleur turned to see her schoolmate.
"Genevieve?" she asked.
"Ze 'eadmistress wishes to see you," Genevieve replied. "Something about your room in ze carriage."
"Okay," Fleur replied, her brow furrowed in confusion. Turning to the others, she said, "Zis was fun, and I would like to do it again sometime."
"I agree," Harry smiled. "I hope nothing's wrong."
"If zere's a problem, I'll let you know," Fleur replied. "Take care, you zree."
"Bye Fleur," Hermione murmured.
"Bye," Luna smiled.
Harry hugged her goodbye and sat back down.
"What was that?" he asked Luna.
"I wanted to see what her opinion was of devils," Luna replied. "It could be better, but it could be worse, I think."
"She definitely doesn't sound like she's going to enjoy learning the truth about the Veela," Harry sighed.
"If Rias' account is true," Hermione muttered. "We're talking about ancient events that happened millenia ago. Even if some of her sources were around back then, there's no way of knowing that they weren't mistaken or that they didn't forget details. It was a pretty chaotic time from what we've heard."
"You have a point," Harry shrugged. "Anyway, I'll settle up with Rosemerta if you want to get going."
"I suppose it is getting close to dinner time," Hermione murmured.
He paid their bill, and the three of them made their way back to the castle. Dinner was rather uneventful, though noteworthy for one particular absence.
"She didn't show up at all," Luna pouted as they walked up the stairs to the seventh floor. "I hope I wasn't too pushy."
"I doubt it had anything to do with you," Hermione yawned. "That other girl looked like whatever their headmistress had to talk about was important, so that meeting probably just ran long. We'll see her in the morning, I'm sure."
Harry saw the door to the room appear the moment they arrived and, making sure that no one was looking, opened it. The three of them rushed inside in time to see Dobby floating another pile of finished books over to the table designated for them.
"Ah, it worked," the house elf smiled as he saw them.
"What worked?" Harry asked. "I usually have to call on you to get let in."
"Dobby asked the room to reveal itself to Harry Potter and all of his girls," Dobby replied, sounding distinctly proud of himself.
"That was clever," Hermione complimented, grinning as the house elf puffed up at her words. "That way, we don't have to interrupt you at all."
"The room truly is amazing," Dobby commented. "Dobby will miss the challenge when it's done."
He disappeared then, and the three of them walked across the short space between the entry and the door to their bedroom. The door to the training room was still closed, and Harry figured that it had been repaired since they left it. As he entered the bedroom, he pulled out the summoning paper and called out Akeno's name.
"Hello," she purred as she arrived, giving them all a sultry look.
"How did things go with Kiba?" Harry asked.
"Pretty well," Akeno replied. "He's still a little uncomfortable, and going from living in Italy to living in Japan would have been quite the adjustment even without...everything else that happened, but Rias is confident that he'll do well, and I trust her judgment."
"She does have experience with this sort of thing," Harry reasoned.
"She's got a bit of a thing for wounded birds, really," Akeno commented. "I doubt you summoned me here just to talk about Rias, though, or at least I really hope that isn't the case."
"Oh, we were hoping to have sex too," Luna replied as though Akeno had been entirely serious.
Akeno laughed and flew right up to the blonde, wrapping her arms around her and saying, "Do you think you've been a good enough girl for that?"
"Actually, I think I've been rather naughty," Luna replied, shuddering at the dangerous gleam Akeno's purple eyes took on. "Maybe I should be punished for it."
"Man, I've wanted someone like you for a while," Akeno giggled, reaching behind and swatting Luna's bum, making her moan. "People who can find pleasure in pain are rarer than I'd have imagined once. Sensation is sensation after all, and the most intense pleasure of all is at least tinged with pain."
"Like hearing a cenobite talk," Hermione muttered, shaking her head in amusement.
"You watched Hellraiser?" Akeno asked, surprised.
"My parents rented the wrong movie last summer ago and then got called away for an emergency," Hermione replied. "I was alone and elected to give myself nightmares for weeks."
"Eh, I thought it was okay," Akeno shrugged. "It would have been more fun if they actually explored the BDSM themes hinted at throughout without just using them as an excuse for a gorefest, but it was at least a cool gorefest. The lead demon's voice, though."
She bit her lip at that, and Harry chuckled, saying, "Deep and rumbling?"
"You know me well," Akeno sighed. "Your voice is rapidly reaching that level, by the way. Just hearing you speak can make me wet these days."
"Particularly if I'm ordering you to get on your knees," Harry rumbled and grinned as her pupils dilated.
"Is that a command, sir?" Akeno asked.
"Later," Harry replied. "For now, give Luna what she's craving."
Akeno grinned at him and looked over at the blonde, who shivered under her lustful gaze. She snapped her fingers and Luna's clothes disappeared instantly, leaving her entirely naked save for a silver choker that appeared around her neck. Her hands flew to it, and her big silver eyes went wide as she felt the smooth metal.
"I bought that for you a while ago and forgot about it," Akeno purred, brushing Luna's long blonde hair behind her shoulder to expose more of her neck. "It looks so good on you, pet."
"Thank you, mistress," Luna breathed. "May I thank you properly?"
"Later," Akeno grinned. "On your knees."
Luna fell to her knees, feeling her pussy start to leak her juices down along her thighs already as her arousal spiked.
"Fucking hell," Hermione breathed, rubbing her thighs together at the sight.
"Is it giving you any ideas?" Harry asked.
"It's not my thing nearly as much as it's theirs, but it is ever so fun to watch," Hermione replied.
Akeno conjured a leash and connected it to Luna's choker before urging her onward. The submissive blonde crawled towards the bed, her limbs shaking from excitement. Harry looked over at Hermione, noticing that she was watching the scene before them with dark eyes and parted lips, and grinned. Reaching over, he turned her around and leaned down to kiss her. Hermione deepened the kiss immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing her tongue into his mouth.
"Now, Luna, I want you to hold perfectly still," Akeno instructed as she finished pulling Luna so that she was bent over the bed, her thighs pressed against the mattress as her knees remained on the floor. "No matter what happens or how it feels, I need you to stay just like this. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Mistress," Luna replied, digging her fingers into the sheets in anticipation of what was coming.
Akeno unhooked the leash from Luna's choker and turned it into a riding crop. She ghosted the cool leather over the blonde's lily white skin, making her whimper.
"So sensitive," she cooed. "Hearing you react to me already only makes me want to really let loose."
"Please do," Luna begged.
"Hmm, I can't," Akeno admitted. "As a human, you're much less durable than I am. Once you've been made a devil, then we'll be able to see what you can really handle."
"I can't wait," Luna grinned.
"Mmm," Hermione moaned into Harry's mouth, the combination of his kiss and the downright pornographic scene playing out behind her making her cunt drool.
She grabbed her wand and pulled a nearby chair over to them, pushing Harry into it the second it was in reach. He let her push him, looking up at her in surprise and anticipation.
"What's going through that brilliant brain of yours?" he asked.
"I want to suck your cock," Hermione replied, "and I want you to do your best to keep your eyes on me instead of them while I do it."
"That shouldn't be difficult," Harry grinned. "They might be hot as hell, but I've dreamed of seeing you on your knees for me for years."
"Is that so?" Hermione smirked, undressing them both with a wave of her wand.
His long, incredibly thick cock pulsed with need, standing proud in the air, and the sight of it made her inner walls flutter. Harry looked down at her cunt, seeing how it glistened, and summoned her panties over from the pile of clothes she'd created wandlessly.
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked as he looked over the nearly transparent white cotton.
"So wet," he purred, bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply, feeling his cock throb at her scent. "Watching them turned you on so much?"
"You might have had something to do with it too, stud," Akeno laughed as Hermione's face reddened.
"Relax, love," Harry soothed. "You're among friends, and there's no place for shame at your desires here. Fuck, you smell good."
Hermione shuddered and lowered herself to her knees in front of him, taking his cock in hand and feeling it throb under her touch. There was a pearlescent drop of precum pooling at his tip, and she snaked her tongue out to collect it, shivering as he groaned in delight.
"You need a safeword," Akeno said. "Think of something that you'd never say in this context, and it will be what you tell me if things get too intense."
"Rutabega," Luna replied, making Akeno snort. "It's a thoroughly unsexy vegetable."
"Feel the leather on your skin, Luna," Akeno purred as she started brushing it over her again. "Focus on that gentle feelings."
"It's nice," Luna murmured.
"Soft, gentle touches like this increase your sensitivity for a time," Akeno continued, her voice soft and soothing, "so that when I do something like this…"
She trailed off and, exchanging the crop for a paddle, brought it down on Luna's left asscheek just hard enough to hurt without causing much damage, making her scream.
"...it feels so much stronger," Akeno finished.
"Fucking hells," Harry groaned as Hermione took the first few inches of his cock between her lips.
Hermione looked up at him, staring into his eyes as she started bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, being careful not to take him any further than she was comfortable with. She wanted to be able to deepthroat him someday and was working on suppressing her gag reflex with transfigured toys in private, but until she managed that, she wasn't going to even try with him. The last thing she wanted was to go too far before she was ready and make herself throw up. She honestly couldn't imagine anything more embarrassing than that.
Harry kept his focus on her, even as Luna's screams and the sound of her arse being paddled grew louder. The blonde wasn't saying much, probably because she was focused on holding as still as she could and didn't say anything even close to her safe word, so Hermione figured that she was good with it. The pleasure in Harry's eyes and his deep, masculine groans were intoxicating to her, and as she pulled back and started swirling her tongue around his glans, the way his legs shook made her moan. Knowing that she could have such an affect on him filled her with a sense of power she'd never known in her life.
"Fuck me, you're so bloody good at that," Harry moaned, his fingers lacing into her bushy curls.
Hermione hummed around the length, pleased by his praise, and reached down to fondle his large, full balls.
"Hmm, you're dripping wet, Luna," Akeno grinned devilishly. "Do you want to cum?"
"Please, Mistress," Luna replied, her voice strained.
"I have a challenge in mind for you," Akeno said. "I'm going to finger your delicious little pussy, and I want you to be a good girl and not cum. Can you be good for me?"
"Yes," Luna whimpered.
Akeno just grinned and pushed two fingers inside her soaking wet sex.
"Stop," Harry groaned, and Hermione pulled back, letting his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing; I just can't wait any longer to fuck you," Harry replied.
"Stay here," Hermione grinned, climbing into his lap. "I want to ride you."
Harry nodded, and she wrapped a hand around his slick cock. She had coated it thoroughly with saliva, and her pussy was dripping wet from the combination of sucking his cock and hearing Luna and Akeno go at it, so she knew she'd take him easily enough. Lifting herself up, she nestled his thick head between her soft folds, sighing at the feeling, and lowered herself down.
"Shit!" she cried as the head popped inside, still amazed by just how much he stretched her out.
She descended in one smooth motion, wanting every inch of him inside her hot, wet depths, and kissed him passionately as she moved. He returned the kiss eagerly, reaching down to cup her plump cheeks, and she immediately started bouncing on his cock. Behind her, she could hear Luna crying out, begging to cum, and Akeno laughing at her desperation.
"You're being so good so far," Akeno cooed. "I'm sure you can hold out longer and against more fingers."
"M...more?" Luna asked, moaning loudly as Akeno pushed a third finger inside her fluttering cunt.
She held still, giving Luna a moment to breathe, as she sensed that she was too close to her peak and delighted in how painfully desperate she sounded. She wasn't kidding before about wanting a lover of Luna's tastes. Rias was sex itself, and she adored her, but there wasn't a submissive bone in the redhead's body, and Harry was much the same. Submitting to them and letting them torture her until she came her brains out was a ton of fun, but she wanted to explore her more dominant and sadistic side as well, and Luna gave her a chance to do so outside of combat.
"Such a good girl," Akeno whispered in her ear before turning to eye Hermione and Harry behind them. "Hold out a little longer and you'll get one hell of a treat."
"O...okay," Luna whimpered, sounding barely cognizant of her surroundings at that point.
Hermione's hips were a blur as she rode Harry hard, desperately chasing her peak. When she felt him brush against a particularly sensitive spot inside her, she threw her head back and moaned, and he immediately took advantage of the opportunity to reach down and capture one of her pebbled nipples with his lips. She cried out in pleasure, rolling her hips even faster as she felt herself race towards a blistering climax.
"So good," Hermione moaned, "so bloody good."
"Took the words right out of my mouth," Harry whispered in her ear. "You feel amazing around me, baby."
"Swear your...fuck...your cock's in my stomach," Hermione moaned. "You're so damn big."
"And you take me so well," Harry murmured, nibbling on her earlobe. "It's like your pussy was made for me."
"You made it yours!" Hermione cried, feeling the coil of pressure deep in her belly grow even tighter. "You ruined me! Remade me! Reshaped...HARRY!"
She shrieked as she came, and Harry groaned, holding himself back with some effort as her tight heat spasmed around him. He stood up, holding her tight as he started fucking her in that new position. Her quivering cunt leaked all over the floor as he walked over to the bed, carefully placing her writhing body down next to Luna just as her orgasm began to peter out.
"Holy...shit," Hermione panted, gasping as Harry pulled his cock from her still fluttering depths.
"Please...cum...need...it," Luna whimpered, her whole sweat-slicked body shaking like a leaf as she held herself back from climax by sheer force of will.
"She gets like this when you really deny her," Harry chuckled, looking at Akeno. "It's so hot."
"No argument here," Akeno grinned, pulling her fingers from the blonde's soaking wet quim and licking them clean. "Luna, if you can hear me, you've done so well so far. All I want you to do now is hold yourself back until Harry's fully buried inside you, and you'll get that reward I mentioned."
"O...kay," Luna replied, still shaking badly.
"She's all yours, Harry," Akeno grinned, brushing Hermione's hair out of her face and looking into her glassy eyes.
"You're going to cum so hard," Harry whispered in Luna's ear, making her whimper.
He grabbed hold of her hips and lined himself up with pussy with practiced ease. Pushing forward, he felt her already quivering around his shaft and didn't know if she would actually last all the way to the final inch before she came. Akeno must have kept her hovering at the very edge of orgasm for several minutes now, and he was honestly impressed by her self-control, considering that it didn't appear that the devil had used any spells to hold her back. He buried inch after inch of his cock inside her slowly, reveling in the feeling of her.
"Go faster, please," Luna begged, sounding like she was nearly in tears. "I don't know how long I can hold on."
"If I do that, you probably will cum," Harry chuckled. "I know how much you like it hard."
"Fuck," Luna whimpered, clenching her fists around the sheets so hard that her knuckles turned white.
Harry continued on, burying more and more of his shaft inside her until finally, his hips were resting against her arse. He went to pull out sightly when Akeno held up a hand for him to stop.
"Stay still," she instructed. "Luna's done everything I've asked of her today and been so good that it's time I gave her her reward."
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"I've been playing around with my powers, specifically my control over lightning," Akeno replied, "and I found out that if I hold the faintest charge in my fingers, it makes them tingle, and if I increase it ever so slightly, they begin to buzz."
"Wait, wha...AHHHH!" Luna shrieked at the top of her lungs as Akeno pressed her fingers against her clit.
She came hard, squirting all around him and soaking the floor beneath them, but Harry barely noticed because he felt the odd buzzing as well. He had held on through Hermione's blowjob and her riding him, and had then buried himself to the hilt inside Luna's spasming depths, and normally that would have been fine, but in combination with whatever magic Akeno was working, it all proved to be too much, and he came. Groaning loudly, he braced himself on his hands on either side of the blonde as he started thrusting haphazardly, filling her to the brim with rope after rope of his thick cum.
"I'd say that worked well," Akeno giggled as Luna collapsed, barley conscious.
"Need to try that," Hermione sighed, looking over at the completely cumdrunk girl.
"Amaz...ing," Luna croaked.
"Fucking hell," Harry grunted as he pulled his cock from Luna's pussy.
"First time I tried it on myself, I blacked out," Akeno giggled, sitting next to him and running a hand over Luna's thigh.
Hermione grabbed a pillow from the bed and hugged it as she continued to bask in the afterglow of her own orgasm. Reaching over to Luna, she caressed her face softly, and the younger girl smiled in response, rolling onto her back.
"You're still hard," Akeno purred, tracing a finger up along the underside of Harry's shaft and bringing the combination of fluids to her lips. "It always takes so much to truly sate you."
"Considering what beautiful women I go to bed with, that's not entirely on me," Harry grinned.
"I want to try a new position," Akeno said. "Stand up."
"Okay," Harry shrugged, doing as she asked.
Akeno let her wings spring from her back and flew up before twirling around and moving backward towards him.
"You want me on the ground?" Harry asked.
"Mmhmm," Akeno replied, continuing to back herself up until her back was pressed against his chest. "Hook your arms around my knees and grab my head."
"Is this one from the kama sutra?" Luna asked.
"Probably not," Akeno replied. "I got it from hentai."
"What's that?" Luna asked, sitting up.
"Oh, Luna," Akeno giggled, "we have such sights to show you."
Luna reached down and scooped up some of the cum leaking from her gaping sex in her fingers before slurping it down. When she scooped up more, she looked to Hermione and asked, "Want some?"
A couple months ago, Hermione never would have imagined herself accepting the gift of Harry's semen from another girl's fingers, but nonetheless, she nodded and wrapped her lips around Luna's fingers, sucking the salty but surprisingly pleasant treat from them.
"Like this?" Harry asked as he grasped either side of her head.
"That's it," Akeno replied, reaching down with her magic to move Harry's cock into position before lowering herself down in one smooth motion. "Fuck, I'll never get used to your cock. This position is called the full nelson. I'm completely at your mercy like this."
"Not really," Harry thought to himself, well aware that she was stronger than him and could fly off at any moment. He knew what she wanted, though, and said, "My perfect little fucktoy."
"You know I am," Akeno moaned, "now use me like a toy. Tormenting Luna like that was so hot, I doubt it will take much to make me cum."
"Like you said, you're at my mercy," Harry grinned. "I'm not stopping until you beg me to or pass out, whichever comes first."
"Bold words," Akeno replied challengingly, and Harry started pulling a few inches of his cock from her pussy before thrusting back inside hard.
She cried out in pleasure, and he started fucking her, going rather slowly to start with to give himself a chance to get used to the new position. She kept her wings out but wasn't flying at all, and he was holding her up with nothing but his own strength. She wasn't heavy by any means; he'd have guessed between a hundred and fifteen and a hundred and twenty pounds, but this was still something that he knew he'd have struggled with mightily before he met Rias. He chuckled at the thought that this was an even better sign of his progress than managing to land a solid hit on the redhead in their earlier spar.
"Don't stop, don't stop!" Akeno cried, already sounding like she was close.
"I meant what I said, luv," Harry replied. "I want to see you squirt all over the floor just like Luna."
"You'll have to fuck her really hard then," Luna piped up, enjoying the show.
Hermione just laughed and snuggled up with the blonde.
"More, more, more!" Akeno screamed as he picked up his pace, more comfortable with the position.
He was fucking her hard and fast, his hips a blur as his cock pistoned in and out of her sopping pussy. Her large, heavy breasts swayed with his every thrust, slapping against her chest again and again. The sounds of that as well as the squelching of her creamy cunt were drowned out by her screams. In the position, he was able to thrust his length right against her g-spot on each thrust and reach deep enough to hit that spot deep inside her that never failed to make her see stars.
"Love your cock!" Akeno cried, shaking in his arms as she soared towards her peak.
Her arms flailed around, trying to grab onto something as the pleasure grew too intense, but she couldn't, being completely under his control, and that idea turned her on like nothing else. He maintained his hard, steady pace, knowing well that she was close, and when he heard cries reach an even higher pitch, he knew she was right at the edge.
"Be a good girl and cum for me," he whispered in her ear, and she screamed.
"YES!" Akeno squealed as she came hard, bucking and convulsing in his arms.
Harry grunted in exertion as she suddenly became harder to carry, and he tightened his hold on her, straining to hold her steady. As she continued to scream, her pleasure coursing through her entire body in waves, he never stopped fucking her or slowed down for a moment, determined to draw out her orgasm as much as possible.
When it finally ended and she went limp in his arms, he leaned in and whispered, "I wonder how many of those it's going to take to make you beg for mercy."
Akeno whimpered, though her ear-to-ear grin made it clear that she was eager to find out as he was.
Fleur practically shook with rage as she surveyed her room, a bubblehead charm around her face the only thing that let her do so without her eyes watering. Some cochon had somehow managed to get in and let off so many dungbombs that it would take at least a day to get the smell out. Luckily for her, her trunk was so heavily enchanted that none of her things were affected by the prank, which was the only reason that nothing around her was on fire just then.
"I will find out oo did zis and deal wiz zem," Madam Maxime assured her.
It wasn't the first time that the giant woman had said so in the hours since she summoned Fleur to her own chambers to inform her of what had happened and go over what she could about the third task with her. The discussion had run long, and the two of them had ended up dining together.
"Better you do zan I," Fleur remarked darkly.
"Leave it wiz me," Maxime said flatly. "You do not need any distractions just now. Ze carriage is full, but I will find somewhere for you tonight."
"Do not bother," Fleur replied. When Maxime cocked an eyebrow, she added, "Zere is a room in ze castle where I can stay ze night."
"It's occupant isn't oo I zink it is, is it?" Maxime asked.
"I know rumors of my being spotted wiz 'Arry 'ave already spread," Fleur replied. "Rest assured, it will not interfere in ze tournament."
"If I zought it would, I would 'ave said something by now," Maxime chuckled. "I must warn you, zough, 'e is even more of a celebrity 'ere zan I imagined. If you do end up wishing to pursue a relationship wiz 'im, I 'ope you know what you'll be getting yourself into."
"I do," Fleur chuckled. "More zan you know."
"Well, zen I will see you tomorrow," Maxime sighed. As Fleur turned to leave, she added, "Oh, and Fleur, leave our little bomber to me."
"It's not 'e ruined my clothes," Fleur scowled.
Maxime chuckled at that, and Fleur left. The hour was late, and she feared for a moment that she'd have a run-in with that unpleasant squib man that the school kept around for reasons no one was quite clear on, but luckily she managed to miss him. The moving staircases still took some getting used to, and she shook her head at the sheer inanity of them, wondering how many students through the centuries had been late to class because of the blatantly inconvenient design choice. Soon enough, she was on the seventh floor, and though it looked like the door sitting across from the tapestry of the odd man teaching trolls to dance had disappeared, as she drew closer, she saw that it was still there.
Rubbing her eyes, she murmured, "I must be more tired zan I realized."
She hoped that they either hadn't started having sex yet or were between rounds. Interrupting them wouldn't exactly be ideal, given that she had only slept with one of them so far. The other two were attracted to her, and it was always possible that she could seduce her way into a foursome, something that would have helped immensely in getting her to forget the unfortunate evening, but she didn't want to presume. She did need a place to sleep, though, and hoped that that much wouldn't be that great of an imposition. Turning the door handle, she opened it a crack, and when she heard nothing but papers moving around, she furrowed her brow and went inside, going still at the sight that greeted her.
"What in ze world?" she wondered to herself as she looked around.
Far from the simple bedroom Harry had invited her into not long ago, the room before her was vast and stretched off to the right as far as the eye could see. To the left was a small corridor housing a square-shaped table with a significant pile of books on it. To the right appeared to be a large, vast library, but it was what was in front of her that was interesting. There were two doors, behind one of which, an orgy had to be going on.
The sheer amount of lust she felt billowing out from that room was breath-taking, and even more interesting than that were the people she could sense. Harry was there, of course, his masculine presence making her cunt ache with need. Luna and Hermione were as well, and so was someone she had yet to meet and yet whose essence she'd smelled all over Harry more than once.
"'Ow is 'e sneaking 'is other lovers in and out of the castle?" she wondered to herself, "And why such secrecy?"
The curiosity burned within her, as did her aching core. Harry hadn't fucked her since the night of the second task, and every inch of her yearned for him in a way she'd never experienced before in her life. She had to have him again, and as she felt her Veela nature get the better of her, she found herself walking towards the closed doors as if her body were moving of its own volition.
"Zis is wrong," she thought to herself as her palm rested on.
The need within her was too great, though, and without another thought, she threw the door open, gasping at what she beheld. Harry was holding a beautiful, dark-haired girl up in the most dominating sexual pose she'd ever seen. His strong arms were hooked around her thighs, pressing her back firmly against his chest. His large hands held her head, but it wasn't this that Fleur focused on, nor the look of absolute ecstasy on her screaming face. What drew her attention was the bat-like wings that sprung from her back, and there was only one thing that she could say as she realized just what it was Harry was fucking the daylights out of.
"What ze fuck?!" she exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention to her.
"Fleur?" Harry asked, poking his head around his devilish lover to stare at her in shock.
"Fleur?" Hermione asked wearily, raising her head up from Luna's chest just enough to look at her.
"Oh, hi," Luna sighed, smiling at her as she lay on her back, her legs spread wide and her gaping pussy on full display.
Fleur looked around at the sheer debauchery around her and wished that she could enjoy it more.
"Bloody hell, digitizing all of this is going to kill me," Daniel groaned as he shut down his infuriating new computer.
"Well, should we survive, it will make things easier down the line," Charlotte drawled. "It is annoying missing Coronation Street for it, though."
"Spoiler alert, but what's-his-face slept with who's-her-name and his wife is going to be very cross when she finds out," Daniel quipped.
"Oh, bugger off," Charlotte muttered, chuckling softly as she flung a soft foam ball at her husband, earning a bark of laughter from him.
Daniel sighed in contentment as he looked at his wife, failing to recall a single moment with her in years as comfortably peaceful as that. They had a long way to go, he was sure, but for the first time in a long time, he felt like they weren't cruising towards catastrophe on autopilot.
"Well, let's head home," he murmured, standing up and grabbing his briefcase. "We can order takeaway and watch whatever's on the tele, so long as it isn't that dreadful car show. I don't know how you can stand it."
"Hey, it's gotten better in the last few years," Daniel argued. "The new chap's great, and the bloody show's practically an institution by now. It's been going on for nearly twenty years."
Charlotte said nothing.
Daniel helped her into her coat, put his own on, and opened the door for her, locking it behind him. The two of them walked quickly towards their car, neither one wanting to spend a moment longer in the chilly February air than they had to.
"Stupefy," a voice behind them muttered.
"Wha…" Daniel went to ask before his world went black.
He opened his eyes with a groan, looking around in confusion at the dark, cold room he was in. He noticed Charlotte slumped against a wall across from him, still unconscious, and tried to move towards her, only to find that he could barely move. His heart raced in his chest as he feared for a moment he'd been paralyzed, but he realized after a moment that he could still feel his body, even if it wouldn't obey him. That was around the same time that he realized there was a third person in the room.
"Xenophilius?" he wondered as he managed to make out who the man was.
Xenophilius' eyes widened in shock as he noticed him look at him.
Like him, it appeared that he could only move his eyes and eyelids. As his fear mounted at his situation, the door behind him opened, letting light in, and a man stepped inside. He wore long, dark robes and a cloak that covered his head and most of his face. He pulled it back as he stepped inside, revealing that he had shortish, brown hair, a pointed chin, and a longish nose that were rather distinct. His most noteworthy feature was also the most unsettling; his brown eyes were brimming with manic energy and had a glint of madness in them that made him instantly terrifying.
"Morning all," the man grinned, his voice full of both excitement and malice. "My lord requires bait for an enemy of his who stubbornly refuses to die, and the three of you are going to serve perfectly."
Daniel wished he could ask the man what the hell he was talking about, but he was still frozen, and as Charlotte woke up and looked instantly terrified, he realized from her silence that she was as well. He struggled helplessly against what could only be magical bindings, praying to a god he'd not spoken to in years that he and his wife would get out of this alive.